The Distant Journey

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I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue. The air in the room was thick, heavy as wet wool. It was not my bedroom. I knew that instantly. The walls were a pale, sickly green, peeling in long strips like dead skin. A single window let in a light that had no source, a gray and formless gloom. I sat up. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They were young. Smooth. Unlined. I...

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